In the heartland of Nigerian tales,
A figure stands, unwavering and brave,
Atiku Abubakar, a name that sails,
On the winds of democracy, his banner’s wave.
With inherent vitalities, his spirit soars,
Through the ebbs and flows of life’s grand scheme,
In the realm of politics, he truly explores,
The Socratic ideals that make him gleam.
Born in humble lands, his roots run deep,
A son of Adamawa, his destiny unfurls,
His intellect’s promise, his dreams did keep,
Guiding his steps, through the twists and twirls.
As a customs officer, a taxman wise,
He sowed the seeds of service true,
Yet, his greatest journey lay in political skies,
To democracy’s cause, he’d be forever true.
Vice President he became, a nation’s hope,
Under Obasanjo’s reign, he played his part,
In the art of governance, he learned the scope,
Of leadership’s dance, of Nigeria’s heart.
A presidential quest, his ultimate aim,
A Socratic quest for justice and truth,
Through elections’ trials, he’d face the flame,
A relentless pursuit, an unwavering youth.
Amid disagreements and storms that brew,
Atiku’s resilience shines, undying and bright,
A democratic beacon, steadfast and true,
Guiding the nation through day and night.
In the grand tradition of British lore,
With eloquence and words that soar,
Atiku’s tale, we do implore,
Is a poetic ode to cherish and adore.
In Nigeria’s tapestry, his thread is sewn,
A man who questions, seeks the light,
With inherent vitalities, a spirit grown,
In the pursuit of justice, shining so bright.
In the poetic realm of timeless grace,
Atiku Abubakar’s name shall stay,
A symbol of resilience, a democratic embrace,
In Nigeria’s story, a guiding ray.
